Martin wanted to walk forward to Magnus to greet him when a familiar feeling overcame him. Dejavu? He paused.
There was only one entity that could sneak up on his minds eye. [i]"Magnus! Martin! It's been such a long time."[/i]
"̢̀͡ Father! It has been decades. I've learned so much since our last encounter. I assume you came here for the same reasons I did?"̸̶̴͠

If there was anyone who'd understand why Martin was here I'd be his sire. 
Martin had spend many hours, days and months lost in his ever expanding thoughts. 
From these sessions he had learned many things impossible to comprehend. Most of these things were abstract to the point of pointlessness. Understanding the patterns in the light coming from the Pleiades and being able to listen to their enchanting symphony sung in waves of tremendous fusion energy. It was beautiful in a way he could never share with the mortals. But with his father, they could see the universe for what it was together.
And so Martin was sure they also shared their motive to be here. Something big was about to happen here, no telling what it was yet. But it was clear no matter what angle you looked from. Tonight would be a night for the history books, even if they'd be hidden tomes of forbidden secrets one day.